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It was a late Friday night in the cold streets of Chicago, Illinois, when Hwang Hyunjin stumbled into a local bar, seeking warmth and maybe a few drinks. He let out a satisfied sigh as the chatter filled his ears and the heat radiating off of the crowded space soaked into his freezing skin. Taking a quick sweep of the room, he found an empty seat right up front, in between two other men who were minding their own business.
He sat down, shedding his layers and placing them on his lap. A slight chill ran up his spine as he got used to the normal temperature inside, his shoulders bare as he was left in only a black tank-top. The deep bass of whatever song was playing through the speakers vibrated inside of his chest, making the lyrics and other instruments almost inaudible. He figured that's why he preferred clubs over bars, as he enjoyed being able to hear the music and dance along to it rather than it being in the background.
He was torn from his thoughts when the bartender appeared in front of him, a polite smile on her face and a glimmer in her eyes as she very obviously checked him out.
“Cold outside, isn’t it? Would you like a hot cocktail, or perhaps just some straight whiskey?” She asked him, her voice barely making it over the bass.
He considered for a moment, as he usually preferred wines over everything, but he did enjoy whiskey at times.
“How about a Hot Toddy?” He answered, tapping his fingers on the counter absentmindedly. The bartender nodded with her polite smile still on her lips, then turned and left.
As he waited, he glanced around the bar again. There were some groups of people laughing and playing drinking games in booths, others chatting quietly at standing tables, and then almost everyone at the front was silent, in their own worlds. He turned his attention to one of the TVs near him, which was playing a variety show with those over-exaggerated reactions that replayed a million times. Though he would never admit it, he actually found them quite funny, if only because of the sheer ridiculousness of them.
He watched it for a good five minutes or so as he waited patiently for his drink, stifling a laugh here and there. The girl appeared again with his cocktail in hand, and she slid it to him across the counter.
“Thank you,” he nodded politely as he raised it to his lips and took a rather large sip, sucking a sharp breath in through his teeth as it burned his throat slightly.
“Do you live around here?” The girl asked him, eyes wide with curiosity. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here before.”
“I frequent the area, but I live across town. Just had a late night and wanted some warmth before I headed home,” he replied, shaking his head slowly. He took another sip, and this time the burn was comforting.
“Ah, I see. May I ask what you were out so late for?”
Hyunjin swallowed briskly, clearing his throat before he spoke again.
“I dance. Like, professionally. So I was at practice,” he explained rather vaguely. He wasn’t too keen on telling a stranger his whole life story but he could spare her the basics.
She nodded slowly in return, and he could tell she had nothing else to say to keep the conversation going. He didn’t care to keep it going anyway, so he simply downed his drink and set it down.
“Could I get some wine now? Maybe…, mulled?” He asked, and he could feel his skin heating up just from the cocktail. The bartender gave him another smile, except it was more tight this time, and walked away.
He turned his attention back to the TV, still playing the ridiculous variety show, and he caught it during one of many replayed reactions. He pressed a hand to his lips, a laugh making its way through his throat. He replaced it with an awkward cough, as he would rather be caught dead than laughing at this show.
As time passed, he had gone through about three drinks now, and the seats next to him had been vacated for a long while. He didn’t know how long he’d been there now, and he didn’t really care to check. He took a swig of his wine, almost whining when he realized that it was empty. The bartender had become hopeless and gave up any attempt to flirt with him, so she simply passed him another drink. She was about to walk away when another man sat down next to him, replacing whoever had been there when Hyunjin first came in.
She raked her eyes over him just as she had done with Hyunjin, but this time she seemed even more interested. Before she greeted the man, she tightened her ponytail and fixed her clothes. He couldn’t help but chuckle, and even though he wasn’t attracted to her, he found it almost cute.
“Hello. It’s cold out there isn’t it? What can I mix up for you tonight?” She said brightly, using the same line on him that she had for Hyunjin. The man looked up and met her eyes, a calm expression on his face.
“I’ll just have a beer, please.” He answered, a thick accent lacing his words. He gave the girl a smile, which clearly made her very happy. She nodded enthusiastically and turned to go grab him his drink.
Hyunjin didn’t realize he was staring until his eyes were locked with the other man’s, who looked rather confused. He blinked quickly and turned away, taking his wine in hand and drinking it swiftly.
How embarrassing, maybe this should be my last drink. It’s late anyway. He mentally smacked himself, swirling the remaining liquid in his glass mindlessly. With the thought, he opened his phone to check the time.
11:47pm
He sighed, realizing it wasn’t actually as late as he thought. This wine was also exceptionally good, and it would be a waste if he didn’t get at least two more.
Well, it was an accident, so it didn’t mean much. Hopefully the other guy didn’t think too hard about it. Hyunjin opened some of his messages, most from his dance group chat.
10:56pm
bokkie: hyunnie you left ur water bottle , i’m taking it with me u can come by & grab it or i’ll bring it 2 practice on monday ^^
bokkie: also @minho can u pls bring us dinner next time u make us practice so late… i barely made it home .
minho: You were warned, so unless I don’t inform you before, no. Bring snacks or something next time.
bokkie: whyyy ru so mean hyung -_-
minho: I’m not being mean, I'm just stating the facts. Maybe if we compete well I’ll buy dinner but until then it’s not my responsibility!
bokkie: i’m holding u 2 that , screenshotting & everything! @hyunjin pls back me up if he ever denies that he said that
minho: 🤦
——— No new messages ———
He smiled affectionately at the messages, lifting his fingers to type out a reply.
me: i got you yongbokkie, he will rue the day ^^
He pressed send, then shut his phone off and put it down on the counter. He inhaled, then exhaled slowly, letting his shoulders relax. As he rested his head in his hand, the bartender appeared once more, this time in front of the other man. She handed him his beer, which he cracked open with experience. She watched the motion intently, her hands fiddling at her waist.
“Thank you, ma’am.” The stranger smiled, nodding in appreciation as he took his first drink. The girl just smiled back, almost waiting for him to say something else.
To his surprise, or dismay, he caught the man’s eye again. However, this time there was a smirk on his face instead of confusion. Hyunjin blinked again, but for some reason he couldn’t look away. He swallowed dryly, and he was thankful that he was already pink with tipsyness, because he was sure he was bright red right now.
In almost the same moment, the man looked back at the bartender, who was still mesmerized. He cleared his throat, something that shouldn’t have been audible to Hyunjin, but was almost louder than anything else in here.
“Would it be possible if I cover this man’s next round? If he’s continuing, that is.”
The moment would have been really funny if it weren’t for the circumstances. He was sure both him and the girl's faces dropped at the exact same time. Her mouth hung open as she looked between him and the stranger. She forced an extremely tight smile as she finally nodded, eye twitching slightly as she just lost yet another guy.
“Do you mind?” That voice, the one with a thick Australian accent, was now directed at him. Hyunjin met his gaze, which was playful and knowing.
“Um, no, not at all,” he answered, laughing breathlessly with shock. “I guess… more wine?”
The bartender’s mouth formed a sharp line as she turned away, her cheeks pink with embarrassment and probably annoyance. He watched her leave before looking back at the stranger, who was still locked on him.
“I’m sorry, but I have to ask why you did that,” he said, face twisted with confusion. The man shrugged, turning his whole body to face him.
“I dunno. You’re hot, maybe that’s why.” Such a straightforward answer made Hyunjin choke on nothing, a sharp cough escaping his throat. He was probably ten shades redder, and he couldn’t blame it on the alcohol anymore.
“Sorry, was that too much? I guess I didn’t consider whether or not you’re into guys,” the stranger deflected, an awkward expression painting his face now.
“Oh, no I am. Just didn’t expect you to do… that,” Hyunjin replied, chuckling at the man’s prior confidence, then his sudden waver. “But it’s okay. Thank you.”
“Ah, no worries. You are really hot, though. What’s your name?” Another direct answer, but this time he was smiling.
“Hwang Hyunjin. You?”
“Bang Chan, but please call me Chan.” He answered, touching his heart with his right hand as he requested to drop the formalities.
Hyunjin nodded, smiling in return. He was about to respond when the bartender came back, sliding his drink to him once more. He barely got a chance to thank her before she stalked off, disappearing to the back somewhere.
“Yikes, she’s not too happy.” Chan said, redirecting his attention back to the man. Hyunjin shrugged, sipping the wine slowly.
“She’s tried to hit on both of us now, can’t imagine how it felt when we turned out to be gay.” He sympathized, but there was a hint of humor behind his words with a small smirk on his lips.
“Hah, yeah, that’s gotta be frustrating. Props to her though, for not making it a big thing.” Chan laughed, his nose wrinkling as a wide smile formed on his face. Hyunjin noted that he found that extremely attractive, taking another sip before setting his drink down to focus on their conversation.
“I suppose, but I think that’s the bare minimum. Anyway, you live around here?” He asked, changing the topic quickly. He had a new found interest in this man, something in him was eager to learn more than what was on the surface.
“Nope. I live on the other side of town, actually. I work in the area and usually come here for drinks afterwards. What about you?” Chan answered with a rather relaxed tone.
“Same, I was here for work as well. What a coincidence,” Hyunjin smiled, happy they already had something in common. “I dance for the JYP international team, and we had a pretty late practice tonight. I was going to go straight home but it was so cold, and I needed something to warm me up.”
Chan nodded, taking a drink of his beer. Hyunjin watched as he swallowed, eyes following the bob of his Adam's apple. He blinked quickly, shaming himself for being so obvious. He noticed Chan was smirking now, and he felt a flush of heat flood his cheeks again.
“You dance, huh? That’s impressive, and considering you're on the international team I can assume you’re pretty good.” He finally replied, his eyes were gliding over Hyunjin’s body as if he was examining him.
“Ah…, well I hope so. It’s definitely hard work, so…” he trailed off, finding it hard to speak with those intense eyes staring straight into his own. Chan nodded again, eyebrows raised slightly in agreement. It was silent for a few moments, but not necessarily awkward. It was just intense. Like there was a wall of tension between them, drowning out the background chatter and that deep bass that once made it hard to hear anything else.
“You have any plans tomorrow morning?” Chan suddenly asked, a hint of hope and something like desperation in his tone. Hyunjin swallowed roughly, and he swore it was loud enough for everyone around them to hear.
“No. Not until past twelve,” he answered, almost on instinct. “…why do you ask?”
“I just have a feeling it’s going to be a late night. What do you think?” The innuendo made Hyunjin’s stomach flip, a feeling he rarely got anymore.
“I think so too. I think I would like for it to be a late night, actually.” He replied, and he didn’t care if he sounded too eager. It had been a while since he’d hooked up with someone, and this guy right here was certainly a catch.
“Do you want another drink?” Chan asked, leaning forward slightly. His eyes were dark and very, very telling. Hyunjin shook his head, finding it hard to use his voice. “Then should I pay the tab?” His head tilted to the side, a faint smile on his lips. Hyunjin nodded at this.
With that simple motion, he flagged down the bartender, exchanging a few words with her. She took his card, went to the back, and then returned and handed it to Chan. She seemed more disappointed now, but still very obviously embarrassed.
Chan left a generous tip, most likely an apology, and then turned back to Hyunjin. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it quickly. He stood up suddenly, reaching for Hyunjin's wrist. He said nothing as he pulled him from his own seat, taking his coat from off his lap and slipping him into it with ease.
“Don’t forget your phone,” he finally said, his voice was low and rough, which drove Hyunjin crazy. He quickly grabbed his phone and then let himself be dragged out of the bar.
The cold air hit his face like a punch, relentless and harsh. He tucked his face into the neck of his coat, teeth chattering as he was pulled along the sidewalk. Chan’s grip on his wrist was light, but also hard at the same time. Like he knew he didn’t necessarily have to hold him, but he felt better doing so. He used his other hand to flag down a taxi, opening the door for him and sliding in after.
He told the driver an address, and Hyunjin assumed it was his own. It sounded familiar, but his mind was preoccupied and he didn’t give it much thought.
The drive felt like years, but when they finally arrived, his nerves were out of control. It had been a while, maybe too long, since he’d been in bed with someone. What if this guy was a freak? Or the opposite, a virgin? Did he expect Hyunjin to top? God, he sure hoped not. Out of all of those things, he hoped the last one was the most wrong. As he was further dragged up the steps to what seemed like a condo, he figured he was just overthinking things. He took a deep breath and relaxed into Chan’s grip, which hadn’t faltered even throughout the drive.
They reached a blue door, with the numbers 0801 on the front. It looked very familiar, but again, Hyunjin didn’t give it a second thought, because the sound of keys jingling and a lock being twisted blurred everything in his mind together. The creak of the door opening snapped him back to the present, and he was suddenly encapsulated in darkness, save for a slight ray of moonlight.
Hyunjin jumped as a finger was placed on his lips, a small noise escaping his throat. He desperately tried to find Chan’s eyes, but his own hadn’t adjusted yet.
“We have to be quiet, okay? I don’t know if my roommates are here.” A voice whispered, and a shudder ran down his spine as he realized Chan was basically pressed against him. His mouth was directly next to his ear, his lips brushing his skin faintly. Hyunjin nodded quickly, which signaled Chan to keep moving.
They were slower now, their steps quiet and methodical. They paused, and he could see better now. He made out Chan’s figure, which was still. His head was slightly tilted, as if he was listening.
“I think they’re gone. Wait here,” he whispered again, and suddenly the grip on his wrist disappeared. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he listened to Chan walk around, pausing every now and then.
He began to glance around, squinting as he tried to figure out how his house was decorated. He saw a couch, the living room, and then turned to see a small kitchen. It was suspiciously tidy, and he didn’t know whether or not that was a good thing.
He was staring at his feet when his chin was lifted quickly, two fingers holding his head up gently. His eyes were wide, breath caught in his throat as he met Chan’s gaze again.
“We’re alone.” He said into the silence, no longer whispering. His voice was even lower than it was at the bar, and a knot formed in Hyunjin’s stomach.
“That’s good, right?” He joked, his nerves spiraling again. Chan smirked, eyes narrowed and dark.
He said nothing as he took him by the wrist again, tugging him along in the darkness. He was careful with his steps, making sure he didn’t trip or step on the back of Chan’s heels. He was known for his clumsy behavior after a few drinks, and he had more than a few tonight.
They arrived at a door, which Chan opened easily. He was barely inside before a deep kiss was pressed to his lips. A noise rose in his throat, deep and surprised. Two hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. His lips opened slightly, and a tongue quickly slipped into his mouth. A whine echoed in the empty room, and a low groan responded. They finally pulled apart, breathless and sweating.
Chan said nothing as he slipped his jacket off, reaching to do the same for Hyunjin. He let it drop to the floor, not bothering to place it somewhere out of the way. A hand touched his bare arm, trailing down from his bicep to just above his elbow. He shuddered at the contact, heat rising in his chest.
There was a light illuminating this room, and Hyunjin glanced around in this moment of silence. It was a soft orange and red, not necessarily bright, but it was enough to see everything clearly. The bed was pressed against the corner, with a desk next to it. There wasn’t much else, a few bags and clothes, but otherwise empty. He was pulled forward slightly, a tug on his arm taking his attention back.
He met Chan’s eyes, and he almost choked on air. They were so desperate, needy, and he was breathing so roughly. Like a wolf. Hyunjin obeyed, taking a few steps forward. He was mesmerized, his gaze traveling lower as he examined his body.
He had insane muscles, large shoulders, and veiny hands. He gulped, his own desperation growing inside. He was led further, until he was standing in front of Chan, who had sat down on the bed. He looked up at him with those eyes, inviting, welcoming.
He hesitantly lowered himself onto his lap, knees spread on either side of Chan’s thighs. Those veiny hands grasped his waist, squeezing gently. He shuddered again, leaning forward on instinct. A kiss was pressed to the side of his neck, then it turned into sucking. He gasped softly, breathing in through his nose briskly. He rolled his hips slightly, back arching into the grip of those hands.
“Fuck,” Chan growled, the grip tightening. His fingernails dug into Hyunjin’s shirt, not making contact through the fabric, but it made him whine anyway.
Chan lifted a hand to tilt Hyunjin’s head down, kissing him again. He opened his lips naturally, accepting Chan’s tongue. A low moan rose in his throat, vibrating in his chest as the kiss deepened.
There was too much clothing for Hyunjin’s liking, so he found the end of his tank top and lifted it above his head, separating their kiss. Chan was confused at first, but as his gaze lowered, it turned into want. Before he could do anything, he found his own tank top being lifted. He raised his arms, letting Hyunjin remove it. He threw it to the side quickly, and his free hands suddenly began roaming his bare torso. He gripped Chan’s chest, enjoying how well his pecs sat in his palms. He looked up when he heard a small laugh, finding a smile on Chan’s face.
“Sorry, I’ve just never had someone so infatuated with my chest before.” He explained, his own hands resting on Hyunjin’s waist again.
“I find that hard to believe,” he replied, giving them a squeeze. Chan laughed again, resting his head on his shoulders. “Seriously!”
He shifted in his lap, freezing when he made contact with a stiff bulge in Chan’s pants. He met his gaze, which looked up at him from where he rested his head. His eyes were hazy, a glossy layer over them. Suddenly, nobody was laughing anymore.
The hands on his waist moved down to his ass, gripping harder than when they were on his waist. Hyunjin swallowed, his own arousal growing. Something in him relaxed when he realized that he was in fact not going to be topping. Maybe not the time to be thinking about that, but he couldn’t help it.
His lips fell open slightly, like he was going to speak, but nothing came out. Chan had shifted underneath him, and now he was directly on top of the bulge in his pants. His breathing had picked up, and his face was a deep shade of red. Below, Hyunjin could feel every twitch, and it was making his stomach tighten with want.
“You still want to do this?” Chan’s voice rang in his ears, deep and gentle. Hyunjin nodded quickly, eyebrows raised.
“Yes. Please,” he answered immediately. Something in Chan’s gaze changed, what had once been softness seemed to turn into desire. It was dark, suffocating like a black fog. He suddenly stood up, carrying Hyunjin by his ass. He changed the way they were facing, and now Hyunjin was the one sitting on the bed.
Chan loomed over him, staring into his eyes intensely. His eyes flickered down to his lips, not hesitating before diving back in for a kiss. Hyunjin gasped when he felt a bite on his lower lip, it wasn’t hard, but it tingled. It was just for a moment, and then Chan replaced his teeth with his tongue, glazing over where he had bitten before pushing into his mouth. A moan escaped his throat again, louder than before. He was slightly embarrassed, but when Chan growled in response, it went away.
“Move back,” he demanded, and what choice did Hyunjin have? He slid back on the bed, his heart beating out of his chest as Chan climbed over him. His hands were on each side of him, and he had Hyunjin’s legs spread open. “Pants, off.” Another command, even more direct.
Without hesitation, Hyunjin slid his pants off, throwing them into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He felt very vulnerable, lying there in just his boxers, and his legs closed with embarrassment.
Turns out, that wasn’t a good idea. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, lifting one of his hands to rest on his knee. It slid down his thigh, until it was about midway, then squeezed his skin and pulled his leg to the side. He whimpered softly, letting him spread his legs, but not without a feeling of humiliation.
“Take the boxers off too.” A final command, one that surely would destroy any dignity Hyunjin had left. It wouldn’t have been so humiliating if Chan was also stripping, or had been the one removing the clothing. The fact that he had to do it himself was the worst part, but nonetheless, the boxers joined the pile.
His head was turned to the side, hiding over his shoulder as he was now completely naked. He could feel his cock twitching from the cool air, making a whole new wave of heat rush to his face. He couldn’t meet Chan’s eyes, but he could feel them. They were staring very intensely, almost hungry. A moment later, he glanced over.
His jaw was clenched, and his chest was moving heavily with each breath. The sight was something to be painted, because he looked ravenous. Hyunjin swallowed nervously, his arms growing tired from having to support his weight. His elbows dug into the mattress, trembling slightly. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this, and he was about to collapse.
“Can I touch you?” Chan asked, distracting Hyunjin from everything he was just thinking about. He nodded without hesitation, because he was desperate for attention. He needed contact, something to keep him from losing his mind.
He moaned softly as Chan took him in hand, dragging a slow stroke down and then back up. He repeated the motion again and again, and Hyunjin could feel his muscles tightening from pleasure. His breathing became ragged, a sense of relief was forming in his gut, but he wasn’t seeking it yet. He forced himself to stop Chan’s movements, grabbing him by the wrist.
“I don’t want to cum yet,” he mumbled, face hot with shame as he let go once Chan released his grip. “I want to… with you — inside,” he finished quietly.
He watched the man above him carefully, his expression blank and unreadable. Except for the look in his eyes. That was something nobody could’ve missed. He was starving now, and Hyunjin didn’t know how he was holding back when it was clear how badly he wanted to let go.
“Can I?” Chan whispered, almost like he didn’t believe it. Hyunjin nodded, his eyes dropping down to the bulge in his pants.
“I know you want to,” he teased, attempting to gain leverage. He wasn’t sure how successful he was, because Chan didn’t say anything. He stood up slowly, forcing his eyes away from Hyunjin. He opened a drawer in his desk, then grabbed two items and threw them on the bed.
There was barely any time between him climbing back over Hyunjin, and his fingers circling his rim. A gasp escaped his mouth, which hung open with a whine as a slicked finger pushed into him. It went knuckle deep before pulling back out slowly, and then pushing back in. Chan repeated this until he felt relaxed, then pushed a second finger in as well. He twisted them slightly, angling them with each thrust in an attempt to find a specific spot.
He thrust his fingers faster, making Hyunjin a moaning mess. His eyes were lidded and glossy, tears formed in the corners but did not yet fall. His cock twitched in neglect, and he almost reached a hand to grab it himself, but Chan stopped him. His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head softly. His fingers were relentless, and it was even less merciful when he pushed a third in. The stretch made Hyunjin whimper softly, throwing his head back between his shoulders. A hand caressed his thighs gently, as if to make it more bearable.
“You’re taking it so well, Hyunjin,” Chan told him, his voice soft but low. This praise elicited a soft moan from his throat, the burn being replaced with pleasure. It wasn’t long before the fingers were pulled out, leaving him feeling empty yet excited.
He watched as Chan removed his belt, unzipping his pants painfully slowly. He pulled them down and kicked them to the side before doing the same to his boxers.
His cock was, in simple terms, huge. Hyunjin gulped, his eyes widening as he stared at the sight. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken one that big, if he had ever taken one that big.
Chan smiled, and he picked up the lube he had been using before and squirted a decent amount on his hand. He took himself in hand, spreading the lube along his length slowly. His face turned serious as he did this, and Hyunjin desperately wished he was the one stroking him right now.
A few moments later, Hyunjin was on his stomach with his face pressed into the pillows. A hand was squeezing his ass while another was knuckle deep inside again. He whimpered softly, not sure as to why he was being fingered again, but he guessed Chan was nervous. To be fair, so was he, but he was also impatient.
“Chan…, please,” he whined, turning his head so he could look at him. His eyes were dark, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply. He hooked his three fingers inside, drawing a long, loud moan from Hyunjin.
Apparently that satisfied him, because the next second he was pressing his tip against his rim. The pressure and anticipation made Hyunjin’s heart beat rapidly, and he hoped that it wasn’t audible. He pressed harder, and his tip slipped inside slowly. Chan let out a low sigh, his hands squeezing Hyunjin’s ass apart as he pushed deeper.
Hyunjin forced his face into the pillows as he released a loud moan, the feeling of being stretched open burning in pleasure. It felt like an eternity until Chan finally bottomed out, which he responded to with a groan. He removed his hands from Hyunjin’s ass and placed them beside his shoulders. He paused there for a moment, letting him get used to his size. After he was comfortable, he drew his hips back slowly, then pushed forwards again, causing a whimper to escape Hyunjin’s mouth.
“Please, Chan,” he begged, pushing back into his thrust with desperation. A quicker thrust was rewarded after his pleas, making him moan loudly. With this, Chan began to speed up, snapping his hips forward relentlessly as he fucked him into the bed.
“You feel so good,” he grunted between thrusts, his lips brushing against his ear as his chest was pressed against Hyunjin’s back. “You take me so well.”
These words drove Hyunjin crazy, eliciting loud moans and whimpers from his throat. These moans soon turned into sobs as he started chasing his release, begging Chan to go faster, harder. A hand snaked underneath his chest, lifting him up so he was on his knees, pressed against Chan. This allowed him to go deeper, slamming into his hole roughly. His hand wrapped around Hyunjin’s throat, pressing a kiss to whatever was available.
“Fuck, I’m close too, just hold on,” he groaned, taking Hyunjin’s neglected cock into his free hand. He began stroking in time to his thrusts, relishing in the sounds he got out of it. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, biting down, but not with enough force for it to hurt.
Hyunjin whimpered at this, his head thrown back over Chan’s shoulder with his mouth hung open in a daze. A warm feeling pooled in his gut again, begging to be released this time. His breathing was off and on, coming out in gasps and sharp inhales. His hands grasped at Chan’s forearm, which was wrapped around his chest, holding him up. His nails dug into his skin, his mind going blank as his release came closer and closer.
Chan’s thrusts became messy and off-rhythm, his grunts were louder and more aggressive. With one final thrust, he slammed his hips into Hyunjin’s ass, stuttering as he came deep inside with a loud groan. Hyunjin’s eyes squeezed shut as he finished a moment later, spurts of cum falling onto the sheets below, and his legs shook with strained pain and pleasure. He went limp in Chan’s hold, his mind fuzzy as he came back down to earth. His cock twitched again, softening slowly and he whimpered softly as Chan pulled out, lying him gently down on the bed.
“You did so well, Hyunjin, you felt so good,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to his bare chest. “Do you feel alright? Is there any pain or discomfort?”
Hyunjin steadied his breathing as he listened to the sound of his voice, gentle and warm. He managed to open his eyes and meet Chan’s gaze, which was soft and full of concern.
“No, I’m okay. I’m just tired,” he replied, his voice hoarse. Chan nodded, sitting up and gently rubbing his thigh.
“I’ll be back, then. Just relax, I’ll handle everything.” His eyes creased as a small smile formed on his face. Hyunjin simply nodded, closing his eyes again as he felt the bed shift with the removal of added weight.
There were soft footsteps, then the running of water, then more footsteps, and the closing of a door. He was turned over onto his stomach, and a warm towel was placed on his ass. It lay there for a moment before it was used to wipe away anything that was left, and then he felt a blanket cover his body. Before he could tell whether or not he was joined in bed, he fell fast asleep with exhaustion.
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Hyunjin groaned as he stretched his sore limbs, arms extended over his head as he sat up from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes roughly, the sunlight peering into the room blinding him temporarily. He blinked a few times before adjusting to the lighting, and took a few glances around his surroundings. His mind was foggy, but the memories of last night were still fresh.
A flush of pink rose on his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. He glanced down and noticed he was in a t-shirt and boxers. For this he was grateful, because if had still been naked he might’ve died.
After a few more minutes of getting used to being awake, he slid out of bed and tip-toed out of the room. He peeked his head down the hallway, making sure none of the previously mentioned roommates were there. With the coast clear, he made his way to what he remembered to be the living room and kitchen.
Waiting for him at the table was the man he had just spent the night with, freshly showered and shirtless. He looked up from what he was reading on his phone and smiled, waving him over to eat.
“I made breakfast. I know that seems a bit much but…,” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn’t really care. Hyunjin gladly took the opportunity to eat, as he was starving. He ate the food rather quickly, and chugged a glass of water with it.
“I guess it was a good idea then?” Chan teased, and Hyunjin mirrored his motion of shrugging with a smile on his face.
“Thank you for the food. I appreciate it.” He said, feeling a little awkward now. He wasn’t sure how often his hook-ups cooked breakfast for him, or if they did at all. It was a nice change in routine.
“Of course. I figured you’d be hungry considering you didn’t have anything to eat at the bar.” Chan noted, finishing his own plate and standing to grab his. He made his way to the sink, setting the dishes down to wash later. He turned back around and approached Hyunjin, signaling him to stand.
“I know this might seem weird but I thought that it’s better to try than to miss an opportunity.” He began, leading him to the couch. “I assume you partake in hook-ups frequently, as do I, and correct me if I’m mistaken,” he paused, to which Hyunjin just smiled. “Right. Well, I’m going to be blunt. You’re exactly my type, and I can’t help but feel extremely attracted to you. So…, would you, maybe, want to start seeing each other frequently, not like dating but something adjacent, just to see if there’s anything there?”
Hyunjin sat there, processing everything just said. He considered it for a moment, going back to his last relationship and how it had been about two years since they had broken up. It hadn’t been anything messy or completely heart-breaking, but it had made him not want a relationship for a while. He couldn’t deny the facts, he was also extremely attracted to him. He didn’t see any issues arising from this, and even if there did end up being some, it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.
“I think that’s a great idea.” He answered. The way Chan’s face lit up made him laugh, warming his heart up in a way he hadn’t felt for a while. “I’m interested to see where this goes as well.”
“Well that’s perfect. I know you said you had plans this afternoon, so I want to know when the next time you’re available for dinner. A proper date, you know,” Chan said, a wide smile on his face.
“I think I’m free Wednesday, and if not, I can make time.” He replied, and it was true, he would skip practice if he needed to. Maybe only once, though.
“Well then it’s settled. 6pm sound alright?” Hyunjin nodded. “Great. And I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to kick you out, but my roommates will be home any second and I don’t want you to meet them like this.” He added, a sense of urgency in his tone as well as apologetic.
Hyunjin laughed loudly, bringing a hand to his face in amusement. “It’s okay, I need to get going anyway. I’ll just change and be on my way. Oh, and I’ll leave my number on your desk.” He smiled, standing up and making his way down the hall. Chan hummed in response, remaining in his spot.
He changed quickly, wrote down his number on a piece of paper, then walked back to the living room. He tapped Chan on the shoulder, who had put headphones on.
“I’m leaving now,” he said, tilting his head slightly in endearment. Chan pouted, eyes full of discomfort.
“I hate to see you leave so soon.” He said dramatically, a playful smile replacing his pout. “But it’s fine because I’ll see you again even sooner.”
They exchanged goodbyes, and Chan walked him to the door. He waved goodbye as he walked down the steps, and then took in his surroundings.
He pulled out his phone to check his location and to see how far his own condo was, and you could imagine his surprise when he saw his condo was directly across the street from where he was standing.